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(I’m interpreting this as Imogen standing on a rock ‘cause she’s, like, half Trey’s height.)
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(Art by @askthechronoverse)
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jezabatlovesbats · 3 months
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I’m always looking for excuses to get people to draw Spicella fluff.
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Alright! I’ll go to bed!
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7, 10, 17
7. What ships are canon in this AU?
Frock and Foxodile, obviously. But OC x OC ships like Spicella and Treymogen are canon. An OC x Canon ship, Unimabel, will be as well.
10. Is there a character you wish you could've included, but couldn't? Why?
There aren’t any characters that I couldn’t include ‘cause this thing isn’t that fleshed out yet. There are characters that I WANT to include, though. There’ll be a place for Eagleator and Score Creeper.
17. What important events have you 'translated' from canon to make sense into this AU, if any?
There are several allusions to the show’s episodes throughout. The references are mostly reminiscing and flashback scenes ‘cause this AU takes place three years into the future. There are a select number of episodes that aren’t canon to this AU, such as Unfairgrounds and the-vacation-episode-that-cannot-be-named-because-it-grosses-me-out. Most notably, The Birthday To End All Birthdays didn’t happen.
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jezabatlovesbats · 9 months
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Iris Cecae-Gilden, by @eugenerolton07!
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jezabatlovesbats · 1 year
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I love them. So much. So, so much. I think about them, like, all the time.
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jezabatlovesbats · 1 year
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Fankids! Bring in the fankids!
(Daniel usually uses a whiteboard to communicate because he can’t speak.)
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Spikella should be doing 15.
15. At the worst possible time?
…Okay then…
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Sprinkle, roll, fold. 
Sprinkle, roll, fold. 
Sprinkle, roll, fold. 
And that was just enough for everyone. 
Spike placed all the seaweed hugs in a presentable circle on a plate. But ask anyone close to him, and they’d tell you straightforwardly that a cook he was not. He’d just spent years following that incredibly simple recipe at this dinner theater. Placing out what was arguably the most Marevian snack ever, and literally the only food he knew how to make, was something he’d do every single time he could. As he did with every batch, Spike carried the tray into the dining room and set it down on an oblong stone table near the front door. Unlike most food items, these were free, and you didn’t have to work here or eat here to take one. 
“Oh, yes! Well served.”
He turned to his left, all three of his hearts skipping a beat when he saw who was there. “Marcella? You’re… not at the cinema?”
“Eh. I’m on my break. I won’t have to be back for another half-hour,” she told him, swimming over as she munched on a bun. “Just a quick stop, is all.”
Spike still had one more batch of buns to sprinkle, roll and fold before he’d go dust off some tables for a while. “Marcie, I’m… ha ha… I'm a little busy right now.”
Even as he said that, he took Butterpearl by both her hands. She straightened her arms, prompting his arms to straighten and their bodies to come closer together. 
“I know,” she said, running her hands up his arms. “I’ve got my work. You’ve got yours. Not a good time for us to be… you know, here together…”
Though she was absolutely right, Spike found some of his legs snaking around her tail and his hands clasping together behind her back. He chuckled, his face going warm. There was a reason why they were called seaweed hugs, and why they were free to all. Whenever you ate one, you’d get the feeling of receiving a sweet embrace, like the one Marcella was now giving him. They were customarily rolled, folded and served as a symbol of friendship or affection. They could be made anywhere, at any time, and by anyone for no reason other than simply being kind. 
Against his better judgment, Spike pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you stopped by, though. Sorry… I don’t know what I’m doing…” 
Marcella didn’t say anything except for a quiet “Me neither.” Then, she put one hand right below his neck and, with no hesitation, went in for a kiss.
It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed, but Spike melted right into it, gently caressing her back. It didn’t go on for long. 
When they broke apart, he was grinning, bashfully scratching his head through his spines. “Ha ha ha! Uh… thanks for that.” 
“I’ll be back here tonight to see you perform,” she told him as she swam away.
He waved at her as he went back to the lunchroom, unable to look away from her until she was out of view. Even then, he couldn’t stop gazing at the entrance to the theater.
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In my defense, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish didn’t come out until after Halloween.
(Who's the sirena who rolls the dice? And gambles with her life?)
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jezabatlovesbats · 2 years
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A disastrous attempt at digitally drawing Spicella over a picture I found on Google images.
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Here’s my Spicella/Butterspike playlist, if I haven’t posted it already. (It’s my OC x OC OTP.)
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jezabatlovesbats · 2 years
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Spike and Marcella don’t know whether or not they want to have kids in the future.
If they do, I see them having only one kid, a daughter named Iris. I can see Iris growing up to become an actress.
On a side note, I can also see Spike wearing glasses when he gets older.
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Normally, I don’t do current memes. But it’s Mermay, and for me, that means Spicella.
I took influence from how @askthechronoverse digitally drew their memes, like the Rainforest Cafe meme they did with RJ.
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